This is my Grandpa. He died when I was 8 after a protracted battle with multiple myeloma. He used to give us horsey rides, even when the cancer had eroded all the padding between his vertebrae. I don’t think even now I can fully comprehend the magnitude of his sacrifice. And he never stopped smiling. …
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Strangely I never thought of using my hair extensions like this… Long before catfish got verb’ed, I discovered the power of lying on the Internet. Of course, being 15 with a sketchy (and screechy) dial-up modem meant I wasn’t very good at it but seeing as that’s never stopped me from doing anything I forged …
Monsters live among us. The only problem is that there aren’t more of them. “You must have misunderstood him.” The words rattled around my head, unsettling me. How could I have misunderstood him? The evidence – torn clothing, bloodied razor blades, notes in his own handwriting, pictures, death threats – sat before me, piled limply …
This is the best marriage proposal ever. The only way this could get any better is if she was puking. I love it so much. How do you think he’ll do it? Is he the get-on-one-knee kind of guy? He better not have picked out the ring without at least asking your style! Did you remember …
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Man, I love these kids. Especially when they’re asleep…;) It was two days before Christmas. How many a story has started similarly? It’s a cliche of the tiredest sort. Add in a frazzled mother and over-excited small children and those six words take on a strangely sinister meaning. The stories never end with “and then …
Flowers, funeral programs. Obituary, organ donation. What you’ll dress them in. Will you have a viewing and if so, will the casket be open? Who do you want to pray? What picture do you want displayed? Is it copyrighted? A death is a big thing but it leaves so many little details that must be …
Tonight I played the choking game. No, not the one we played in middle school where you and your friends cut off each other’s air supply because fainting is funny. (Note to any middle schoolers, or people who just act like middle schoolers: Fainting is neither fun nor funny and that game can kill you.) …
This picture cracks me up. It’s from a Shape photoshoot and Steve and I both hated it – I thought my thighs looked fat, he thought he had a double chin – but of course this ended up being the one they used as the lead pic on the story. We had a lot of …
“You see my happy shirt?” The little girl’s insistent face pressed nearly up to mine before I noticed her, so enthralled with the book I was reading tonight at the library I was. Truth to be told I didn’t notice her shirt at all, at first, but rather her halo of little cornrow braids with …
But I loved Dungeons & Dragons… As barista, bartender, catering waitress for all athletic functions and erstwhile resident of frat row, I had occasion to meet a lot of football players in college. I even dated a few. But I really only knew one and I didn’t even know he was on the football team until we’d been friends …
